A Modern Faerie Tale

Chapter One

A/N This is a new story idea that Mona Mae and I are trying out so please give it a chance and we welcome all types of feed back!!

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...CHAPTER ONE...

Ainsley stumbled slightly after her best friend Keira. They were in the underground subway of New York and not only abandoned, but it held the promise of a midnight party which Ainsley was looking forward to. After the bad day of being kicked out by her mother, Ainsley figured that listening to her best friend for once would be a good thing. She needed the distraction and the two bottles of vodka the guy at the club bought her wasn’t working well enough, she thought.

Clad in a dark dress that was hitching up with every step she took, Ainsley swore that she could have passed for a streetwalker. Her combat boots clacked against the dark cemented floors as she tried to keep up with Keira who was already climbing down a metal ladder to what looked like a hidden sewer thought Ainsley. Keira Anderson was her best friend ever since they met at high school. Keira, although rich and beautiful was hated in school by most of the girls.

With long black hair; a tall and slender body and boobs to die for, Keira was the fantasy of every boy. The only problem was that Keira fancied herself as being a rebel. Ainsley suspected that it was just her way of crying out for help; after all, Keira’s parents were hot shot lawyers in New York and without fail always too busy to even talk to Keira. Piercings that covered her ears, a belly-ring that adorned a flat stomach and a tongue ring that shone whenever she spoke, Keira was the image of a punk.

Ainsley found it funny at how Keira had such a perfect life, yet she still turned out as bad as she did; drinking on weekends, sneaking out of school and gate crashing parties that were too high class for her. At least she’s my best friend, thought Ainsley; after all she is taking me to a party. It was sweet, thought Ainsley, after all, Keira could be anywhere else, shagging a guy in a toilet cubicle, visiting the new club downtown or even drinking with that hot guy she kept talking about, but instead she was taking Ainsley to an underground party that was promised to be off the hook.

“Rocket,” Keira called using Ainsley’s nickname, “hurry up before they close the effing doors.”

Ainsley ran to catch up, but ended up tripping over her feet, falling face first onto the hard cement. She grunted slightly, feeling the numbness spreading through her arms which were outstretched in front of her. I’m definitely drunk, Ainsley thought as she struggled to her feet again. She smoothed down her dark hair, before dusting her clothes and straightening her leather jacket that hid her bare arms. With a dignified huff, she made her way to the ladder and began climbing down.

Keira was already at the bottom when Ainsley finally reached the ground. Instead of a sewer like what she thought she’d see, Ainsley found her grey-green eyes widening with surprise. A large metal gate, held up by chains on either side faced her. Beyond the gates was a dark tunnel with loud music which sounded foreign, emanating out. Ainsley looked around, noticing the weirdly decorated walls that were covered in what appeared to be seashells and bells. She frowned. Maybe I’m having those drunken dreams; she thought to herself as she followed Keira.